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I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

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As the day went on, I decided to hit up the local shops on Beveridge Way. I needed some snacks for later. I walked into this little corner shop, and the owner, Mrs. Patel, was there. She’s a legend! Always got the best gossip. She told me about some drama with the neighbors. Apparently, someone’s cat went missing. Classic Aycliffe, right?

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